Fang Yu looked at the map full of crosses in his hand and felt that he was really unlucky this time. Among the seven or eight targets that he originally expected, the best case would be to hit it with one shot, but of course he didn't expect that he would hit it with one shot.
He was so lucky, but he didn't expect that he would encounter the worst possibility. After eliminating seven targets one by one, he finally arrived at the location of the last target marked on the map.
Fang Yu originally thought that his luck should not be so bad, but reality quickly taught him how to behave, and the time wasted in this dangerous situation naturally pushed him and others into a more dangerous situation.
.It seems that luck is indeed equal. He just made a fortune, but he was immediately unlucky.
He crumpled the map into a ball casually. Since it was the last target, he felt that he would never need this thing again.
The guards outside were hurriedly passing through the inner courtyard, the footsteps were chaotic, and Fang Plover was hiding in the darkness, watching them with bright eyes as they ran past Wu Xiaopang. It can be said that they performed beyond their abilities and disturbed the inner courtyard.
Judging from the movements of the guards, Tuan Luan keenly sensed that the people of Lu Fu's Shield might have divided their forces.
This was not his request, but the effect was outstanding, but relatively speaking, their situation became even more unfavorable.
It seems that the encouragement of millions of Risels is indeed effective. The people in Lufu's Shield are risking their lives, but he is not able to accept this with peace of mind. He realizes in his heart that he must be faster, otherwise Wu Xiaopang
They are just afraid that they will suffer heavy casualties.
He threw away the crumpled map and walked out. There was a dim corridor with bright lights at the corner in front. There were three or four knights guarding the temple and a mystic in purple robes. That was his final goal.
Seriously speaking, he is sure that he can lure some people away, and then solve the remaining part before the other party realizes that something is wrong and returns. The probability of success is 50-50, 50-50.
But he no longer has this patience. Fang Plover stood in the darkness and raised his right hand imperceptibly. The electrical signals sent from the neurons were transformed into magic beams through the ether, five faint silver lights.
, is passing through the magic gimbal and connected to the resonance crystal.
The crystal vibrated with a unique frequency, calling for a 'same kind' that accompanies it with this peculiar property of nature, so five dim light patterns lit up in the darkness, like five eyes, emerging from the darkness
Wake up, open your eyelids, revealing its unique, empty, gray crystal-like pupils.
Then they opened their copper shells and stretched out their wings as thin as cicada's wings. The hooks automatically fell off and fell downwards. Their wings suddenly flapped, and five light "goblins" were suspended in the air with a deep buzzing sound.
In the dark.
Fang Plover pointed forward with his right hand.
…
A violent earthquake swept through the dungeon, shaking the walls, causing gravel to fall from the ceiling. The wooden door of the cell creaked, and the iron chains locking the door also made a jingling sound.
Under the dry straw, a large number of frightened insects were fleeing, so that Luo Yu looked at this scene in surprise. He did not expect that there were so many small creatures living with him in this small space. Air waves surged from outside.
Coming in, a cloud of dust was raised, rustling fell, and there was the sound of falling stones.
He turned back and looked at the box that was lying on the bed very calmly. The latter had his hands folded on his chest and his dark eyes were staring at the ceiling motionlessly, his eyelashes covered with dust.
, looks like a stone statue placed on the coffin board; Luo Yu couldn't help but asked curiously:
"What are you doing?"
"I'm counting how much dust has fallen."
"What!?"
Luo Yu felt that this was the most incredible thing he had heard all day, even though he had only said three sentences to the other party in total this day. These were two sentences. The previous sentence was: "Are you awake?" Then the box was then
She didn't answer him, but only blinked at him to show that she was still alive.
But the other party was his teammate after all. Although it was ridiculous, Luo Yu couldn't help but ask: "Have you counted clearly?" After asking, he immediately felt that his question was stupid enough, and he couldn't help but ask.
I wonder if Box’s IQ has become closer to the latter’s after staying with Parker for a long time.
And have you also been influenced by these two people?
But the box kept his body still and turned his head to look at him: "I didn't count clearly."
Sure enough.
Luo Yu sighed: "Won't sand get into your eyes like this?"
The box closed his eyes very quietly, and tears suddenly burst into his eyes. He nodded at this time, indicating that he would indeed enter.
"What's the noise outside?" Box asked as he sat up from the bed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I don't know." Luo Yu shook his head and replied in his usual matter-of-fact manner.
"I guess the captain is here." Box closed his eyes and replied with tears.
"Why?"
"intuition."
Luo Yu actually had this idea, but he was not as good as the other party. He would not easily draw conclusions about anything without sufficient evidence. He stared at the smoke-filled place, and the dust there was indeed surging.
He stood up and separated to the left and right, rustling footsteps sounded from behind, and then a figure appeared.
Luo Yu was still trying to figure out who was there, but a voice came from the figure: "Go on."
Then something was thrown towards him. When Luo Yu heard the familiar voice, he subconsciously reacted in his mind. He reached out to catch it and his hand sank slightly. He found that it was his magic wand and a magic wand.
The magic gloves he used were not his, but they were better than his.
The voice added: "Your magic wand is outside. I haven't found the gloves. They were probably blown away. This belongs to the mystic. Use it first."
That was exactly Fang Plover's voice.
Luo Yu had already seen the other party's appearance at this time, nodded quickly, put on his gloves, then held the magic wand tightly, and began to reestablish contact with the main crystal on the magic wand. At this time, Fang Yu turned to the side again,
Following the same pattern, he said to the box on the side: "Go on"
"Wait" Luo Yu was stunned and turned around quickly.
But it was too late for him to stop him. Fang Yu had already thrown the stick and sword away from Xiang Xiang. Hearing the sound, Xiang Xiang subconsciously reached out his hand, and then two things hit him on the forehead with a 'pop' sound.
…
A bright flame lit up in the darkness far away, as if something was lit, and then the fire shot up into the sky. Even in such bad weather, it was clearly visible from thousands of meters away.
It caught Lavalie's eyes and was reflected in the deepest part of her emerald green pupils. She frowned and looked away from the window.
The lights in the hall were bright, and everyone returned to this place again. However, there were many servants busy carrying things, and there were guards.
Those mystics gathered on the other side of the hall, discussing something together, and the middle-aged mystic's voice sounded from time to time, and then lowered, because the knight who reported the news brought back the information.
Look, those people's plans were thwarted again.
The middle-aged mystic walked over to this side and said to the governor with a stern face:
"Sir, we captured a few people..."
"What about people?"
"They committed suicide."
"..."
Numan sighed: "Then go to the city and contact the temple."
The middle-aged mystic nodded, turned and left.
The girl's lips curved slightly, and she turned back to the Governor and said, "It seems like their spells are not very effective in this weather, Father."
Hearing his daughter speak, the serious expression on the count's face melted away. He touched his curly beard and smiled bitterly: "But after all, it is also your father's and my territory, and although these people
You are a bit self-righteous, but after all, you are our ally, Lavalli, is it not good for you to gloat about others' misfortune?"
"I'm not gloating about my misfortune, Father," Ravalli shook her head and replied in a not-so-convincing tone: "Besides, there are only a few people, so it's not much trouble for Father, Father,
Have you considered my previous proposal?"
Numan looked at his daughter with a doting look on his face: "You need to find a history teacher, but there are many outstanding scholars in Istania. As for that outsider, I don't think it is very suitable."
"But I just like Miss Kitta."
"...Well, she hasn't gotten her bachelor's degree from the Silver Tower yet, right?"
"Is this important, Father?"
"This... is not important. Okay, let it go as you go," Nurman sighed: "But you must go to rest today. This place is not suitable for you to stay now. Although the inner city is very safe,
But there’s no guarantee there won’t be any trouble.”
"Then I want to be with my father even more."
"LaVallee."
The girl giggled: "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll go to bed first. Father, good night. May Andromeda be with you."
Nuerman nodded slightly, but called her again: "Wait a minute, Lavalli."
"What's the matter, father?"
"It's like this, there is a guest in the inner city, I asked her..."
LaVallee blinked and looked at her father curiously.
After the daughter left, the middle-aged mystic returned here again, and this time he brought new news:
"The prisoner was rescued."
Nuerman frowned: "What's going on? Didn't you say they just arrived at the barracks?"
"They may have divided their forces."
"But you said that the opponent's strength is limited. How can you save the remaining people after dividing your troops?"
"There are some very powerful guys among them."
Numan shook his head: "Their spell caster has just been rescued. There are no powerful ones among the remaining ones."
The middle-aged mystic suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He had boasted about Haikou before, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop as he expected. Not only did the opponent not escape from the fortress, nor was he captured as he imagined, but he moved toward
He was not the only one who made this bold move in the inner court, even the governor in front of him was a bit unexpected.
But this unexpected move naturally caught them off guard. The fact was exactly as Fang Piao expected. The mystics concentrated their troops on the front line in the outer area, only to prevent them from escaping outwards, but did not consider going inward.
situation. Once they break through that layer of defense, they take advantage of everything, and everything is beyond the mystics' expectations, leaving the opponent in a hurry.
The middle-aged mystic actually came to ask Nuerman for support this time.
At present, they have sent out all the temple knights and peripheral guards. However, with the information chaotic and unable to determine the specific location of the opponent, in this complicated fortress, the few troops they have on hand are simply a drop in the bucket. At the moment, they only have
It doesn't take even that many people to mobilize the more than two thousand soldiers and knights stationed in the inner city. As long as one-third of the people are mobilized, it is enough to use the method of pulling the net to find those hateful rats.
But to use these troops that nominally belong to the King of Sand, there is only one person in this castle who has such power, and that is the Governor.
"The troops in the inner city must not be moved."
Of course, Nurman knew what the other party was thinking, and he categorically rejected the other party's unreasonable thoughts. Nurman knew very well what his mission was, and he was definitely not messing around with these warlocks anyway. Although he also knew that this might be what the other party thought.
It was just an accident, and the 'rats' outside didn't really think anything of the Bein Fortress.
But he won't take the risk.
However, for the sake of his allies, he still did not say anything. Numan thought for a moment and replied: "But there are about a hundred soldiers responsible for defending and patrolling between the inner city and the inner court. I can
Leave these people to you for the time being. This is the last favor I can do, and at the risk of weakening the defense of the inner city, if you can't do anything, just find a way to explain to His Majesty yourself."
The middle-aged mystic's face looked a little ugly.
But he also understood that this was the last compromise the other party could make. More than a hundred people would be a drop in the bucket, but it was better than nothing. He nodded and expressed his gratitude.
Numan looked at him and couldn't help but remind him: "Be careful in the direction of the inner city, they may continue to penetrate deeper."
"Impossible," the middle-aged man shook his head: "Impossible, they went to the inner court just to save people. I just misjudged the arrogance and determination of these people, but continuing to go deeper will not do them any good.
.By the way, I have one more request, Mr. Governor."
Nuerman looked at the other party, as if he had guessed what the other party was going to say, and replied: "I can hand her over to you, but you'd better ensure her safety, and it's only for one night."
The middle-aged man nodded quickly: "Don't worry, they only have this companion left to rescue. As long as she is still in our hands, we can always catch each other's feet."
"I hope so."
To be honest, Numan was not optimistic about the other party's plan, but he didn't want to interfere with anything, so he just nodded lightly. At the same time, he had a headache. How should he explain this matter to his daughter? He had just agreed to the other party, so he just nodded.
Her 'history teacher' was sent as bait.
It would be fine if everything went well, but if the person was really rescued, he would have no choice but to take action.
"Thank you very much." After receiving the answer he wanted, the middle-aged mystic finally lost his composure and thanked him sincerely.
In fact, he was not worried about how to explain to the King of Sand, but he was more worried about how to explain to Lord Albany after causing such a big mess.
…
Fang Yu spent some time to explain to Luo Yu and Xiang Xiang what exactly happened. Of course, he didn't need to hide it from his own people. He also revealed the possible relationship between the Mystic, the Lord of Bein City, and the King of Sand.
After hearing it, Luo Yu couldn't help but asked a little strangely:
"So, there seems to be some conflict between the purposes of King of Sand Babartan and Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
Fang Yu was a little silent, which was actually what he was confused about. Of course, the premise was that Delan didn't lie to him, but the other party seemed to have no reason to lie to him as a stranger, and he heard it from the two servants not long ago.
The information seems to vaguely point to such a possibility.
"What do you think?"
He looked at Luo Yu. The reason why he asked this question to the two of them was actually to brainstorm and see if Luo Yu and the others could find out some places that he had not noticed. But mainly Luo Yu, he didn't expect the box
What constructive suggestions can this guy make.
Thinking of this, Fang Yu glanced at the second-year boy with red eyes and red forehead angrily, but the latter had a straight face, pretending that the previous incident had never happened.
"Actually, I think it's very simple." What Fang Yu didn't expect was that when Xiang Xiang glanced at him, he took the initiative and said, "This is a conspiracy. Maybe the princess didn't tell us the truth from the beginning.
It was Babartan, the king of sand, who planned all this, and it is not certain that he ordered his men to attack and kill her biological mother."
"So the two turned against each other. Over the years, Her Royal Highness the Princess has never given up investigating the real cause of her biological mother's death, and she finally found some clues from some smugglers. But at this critical juncture, the King of Sand, Babartan, ordered the secret
Warlock, kill these businessmen first."
"And we just happened to run into this."
He smacked the box and finally added: "So it's that simple." His indifferent expression seemed to be as if he was proving a mathematical problem and wrote "Proof Completed" at the end.
Fang Yu looked at this guy in surprise and asked in a caring tone for mentally retarded children: "So, where did you hear such a twisted and bizarre story?"
"This is the killer's intuition," the second-year boy replied mysteriously: "Only a killer can understand a killer, ouch."